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[bastardbytrade]

What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She notices the echo, and she can hear the smile. The line goes quiet, and then-- KRSSHHH. Someone hasn't been treating her room very nicely.]

Do I have to make a LIST?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The crash earns yet another low chuckle. Mordecai is still annoyed with the voices that continue to call out as he moves and he's quietly plotting to take a butter knife and cut out the spleen of whoever it was that hurt Lilith so bad...

But having her break shit because of him is always entertaining.

Besides, he's pushing the stairwell door open and starting down the hallway towards her room.]

I'll save you the trouble. Open up.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

.....................


[Wellp, suspicion confirmed, and she's not any happier about it. Lilith regrets opening her big mouth to complain-- he is the LAST person she wants to show off these ugly, glaring cuts to. She's a narcissist born and bred and while she is convinced of her own charm, she wouldn't expect him to stick around just because of that. Her face and body rank up there on pride, along with power and charisma.]

How 'bout you fuck off instead.

[So she'll shove him away.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Lilith should know by now that one does not simple 'shove' Mordecai away. He might not admit to affection for the Siren, but she's still team.

And when team stumbles and starts to fall, Mordecai is there to grab them by the hair and yank them back onto their feet with a string of abuse to follow.

He responds to Lilith's comment with a heartfelt KICK to her closed door.]

Open the fucking door.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is horribly confused, but mostly she's angry. She flings a hairbrush at the door instead.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's not budging, rather leaning on the other side of the door and glaring down the hallway.]

How long you been in there? I haven't seen or heard from you for a few days.

[Mordecai's tone has slipped back to it's usual growl, whatever amusement he'd held a moment ago slipping away with each passing second.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[True, that. Lucky for her she had two or three small bags of chips and a water bottle in the room. They were devoured as soon as she could eat without nearly passing out.]

Mor--de--cai. Get lost.

[Lilith is not liable to admit how hungry she is, or her concerns about the cuts being infected despite cleaning them as much as she was able. Her eye hurts enough that, if she were a weaker woman, she would have wanted to faint.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's still not moving, but his patience is starting to waver.]

Last chance. Open up.

[Mordecai is guessing she's been in there for a while. He's got a few options appearing before him to get her to open up, and unless someone's been giving her food without him knowing... but he hasn't heard any negotiation over the comm.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[There's a black hair on her bed. Lilith plucks it off the sheets and throws it, as much as anyone can throw a strand of hair.]

No dice. No one is getting in.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's really rather difficult to get rid of, isn't he.]

Not even me?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

.............. [Did he SERIOUSLY--]

Especially you!

[God damn him for playing that card.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause but he's yet to budge.]

That bad, huh?

[He knows her better than she realizes.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Rrrrrrrgh! No!

[Now he's starting to make her feel like a child, which doesn't brighten her mood any.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Silence.

And then a single THUD of a fist hitting the door. It's not a hard strike, nor intended to do damage. Really, Mordecai is just venting.]

Suit yourself. Call me when you stop the bitch fit.

[Why hello there, he's walking away.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Very very frustrated, instead of calling him back like in every soap drama ever Lilith breathes out another curse and clicks off the line.

She's not gonna call, and who knows how long it'll be until she ventures outside to grab something to eat.]

IT'S LIKE A MOUSE AND CHEESE MAAAN.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He leaves, a scowl on his face as he heads once more for the stairwell. If Lilith is busted up enough that she won't come out or let him in, then the chances of her actually leaving the room to eat are pretty damn slim.

And so a half hour or so later, acting purely out of dedication to team and certainly not the person herself, Mordecai returns to Lilith's door and thuds a fist against the still closed barrier.

He says nothing, merely placing food in front of the entrance and moving a few steps away. Mordecai leans on the wall and waits.]

FUCK YOUR MOUSETRAP

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She jumps. A little bit twitchy, here.

Lilith gives her door a long, suspicious look, not trusting that knock but damnably curious all the same. After a minute of internal debate, she slips noiselessly off the bed and lays her ear flat along the door.]

DIS HUNTER IS SILENT OH MAI

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[And he waits. Mordecai is perfectly calm, at least on the outside. After a pause, he speaks.]

Food. Take it or leave it.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[... and Lilith groans, almost knocking her head but remembering how much that would hurt.

She has a few options- leave the food and let it spoil, or leave her room at some later date starved and dehydrated without guarantee of not being seen. Her mouth settles into a line, and with all her misgivings, Lilith starts cracking the door open just slightly.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[It's really quite surprising how silent and still he can be. He's right outside the door, just out of view, leaning on the wall and waiting for the door to crack open that little bit further.

The second it does he'll be blocking the door from closure and pushing his way into the room.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

MotherFUCKER!

[Lilith is spry, but so is he, and in terms of physical strength if she strains to shut a door he could probably open it. Recognizing a losing battle, she pushes away--keeping face turned, dammit--and darts for the bathroom.

DAMMIT MORDECAI WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE INVOLVED.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[BECAUSE HE'S A NOSY BASTARD OKAY.

He's giving chase before he even realizes he's moving, instincts kicking in and driving him forwards to make a grab for her arm.]

Fuck-- Lilith!

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Of course she's already phasing out, and of course she's going to reach the bathroom before him-- he DOES have a window of opportunity with her needing to phase back in to shut/slam that particular door and lock it.

So, what'll it be, you nosy bastard?]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He'll respond with an angry growl and make a dive for that bathroom door, intent of putting himself in the way of it closing.

Mordecai reaches it in time and holds his place. His breath is a little heavier than it had been a minute or two ago but he recovers quickly. Still, the lapse in his abilities does not go unnoticed.]

Fucking stubborn, aren't you?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She'd put more of her weight behind the door to try and close it before he got in, so instead of jumping back and phasing again which MIGHT have saved her dignity (what's left of it), Lilith is right there in his grill and looking directly at him. Bright red, possibly infected slashes presumably dipping lower than her face and throat, squeezed left eye socket, etc, someone lost a fight baaadly.]

Shit.